A film about art from a director that I wholly admire: Peter Greenaway. I understand that his particular arty brand of weirdness is not to every one's taste, but his uncompromising insistence on truth to the time period that he is filming in is pretty commendable no matter how weird his films come off. There will be no historical inaccuracies here; which is what plagues Klimt. Greenaway too is an absolute master of light! Which is what a movie about Rembrandt requires. I have never seen this prior to this evening--but I am well enough familiar with many of Greenaway's other films, to have a reasonable idea of what to expect.
It stars Martin Freeman, recently of Sherlock fame as the modern Dr. Watson. His Rembrandt is smart and funny--he even makes light of suicide with little fanfare and a lot of wit, and it doesn't seem the slightest bit out of place.
Well I look forward to it. It certainly has started out well.
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| Greenaway on the set |
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